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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 12, 2013 13:40:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro frowned and peered behind him, at the Red Lantern he had brought to earth in some brilliant plan to try and help him. At the time, it had seemed like an excellent idea. Helping someone else see the same light he had seen through his travels on earth? What could possibly be wrong with that? Oh, right- the fact that the person he had brought back was a rage-fueled monster whose teammates liked to murder and cause mayhem. While he hadn’t seen such actions from this particular Red Lantern, that didn’t mean the fun wasn’t about to begin at any moment. He had been a bit brash in his choice to help out, and he was starting to wonder if he hadn’t made a poor choice.
Still, it seemed like he couldn’t just shoot the guy into space and let his ring expire, either, so he would just have to continue with his plan and hope only loser humans got in the way of things should they go wrong.
He had brought the red lantern to Italy, to show him some of the sights the planet had to offer. While he didn’t think earth was as pretty as Korugar, it did have some perks to it that other planets didn’t seem to have. And they had some very interesting buildings. Calming to look at, which was just what Razer needed. Unless, of course, he didn’t like old buildings as much as the former archeologist, then he supposed the young man would find the whole thing quite boring. Meh.
Luckily, there was always trouble on earth. Always work to be done. They hadn’t even been in Italy that long when chaos erupted on a nearby street. Figures- once the sun set, it seemed the humans turned on one another. It was the same anywhere. And the sun had indeed gone down, making it the perfect time for robberies, drug deals and, in this case, muggings. A small band of thugs had cornered a young lady, each one brandishing a different kind of weapon like that was what made them special within their little group. The leader had himself a nice-looking gun, which he found good use in pressing against the sobbing woman’s head. Even from a distance, Sinestro could see the look in the man’s eyes.
They didn’t intend only to rob her of her purse.
Sinestro looked at Razer once more, arching an eyebrow. His team was more interested in hunting down old enemies and melting their faces off. Calling it retribution and justice for their past actions. Did he even know who was the bad guy in this situation?
“Looks like the tour’s over,” he told the other, indicating the scene below them.
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Post by Razer on Feb 12, 2013 14:20:53 GMT -5
Razer flew behind the Green Lantern, Sinestro. He couldn't really see the point in this excursion, beyond noting that Earth was a much more diverse planet than many he had seen, including his own home world of Volkreg. His home had been a desert planet, a dying world. It's progress towards oblivion was only hastened by the wars that never seemed to end. Earth, on the other hand, had deserts, forests, oceans...if he had been in a mood to appreciate scenery, he would declare it beautiful. The location he was in now had several deserts, but it was filled equally with lush vineyards and farms, boasting food to feed hundreds. A part of him wondered if he had lived his life here, amid all this plenty...if his life would have taken the turn that it did.
However, he would never have seen this planet if he wasn't held hostage by an infuriating Green Lantern who decided to imprison him on this world, rather than simply kill him. He had resolved to bide his time, wait for a moment where he could retrieve his Power Battery and flee, so that later he could return to Atrocitus' service. But each and every moment in Sinestro's presence made a trip to the nearest star more and more tempting.
He certainly found the scenes of farms and nature more interesting than the buildings that he was forced to sit through. While certainly impressive, to him, a building was a building. There was no special significance it could impart to him, and he cared little about whether or not one was aesthetically pleasing. He did like the art that adorned some of the walls, though. Those were indeed admirable. With things getting blown up left and right on his home, art was something he didn't have much of a chance to appreciate. As for the structures themselves...all he cared about was how well they'd resist explosions and beams. And he felt like testing it personally.
He was interrupted before he had a chance, however. As he was about to charge a ring beam, Sinestro spoke to him, calling his attention away. Looking where the Green Lantern was pointing, Razer saw the mugging happen before him. He saw the young lady getting attacked by criminals. He could see the fear in her eyes, and he could see how smug and arrogant the attackers were, feeling safe in their numbers, their weapons, and their superior strength.
The sight made Razer's blood boil, the rage he felt, normally directed at the Green Lantern and himself, exploded at those people who thought they could harm someone simply because they were stronger than them. The same kind of people who made his planet impossible to live in, the same monsters who took Ilana from him.
He would make them pay.
His Red Lantern costume bursting into flames, Razer shot towards the crime scene like a rocket. He was in no mood to play around, he wanted the scum out of his pocket. Landing amidst the crowd in a crater formed from the force of his impact, he forms a shuriken construct, and throws it at the mugger with a gun. Guided by his Red Power Ring, it slashed the criminal's hand holding the gun clean off, causing it to clatter uselessly to the ground. Firing a beam from his ring sent the disarmed man clean through a wall. Snarling, Razer turns to the other mobsters, seeing if they were foolish enough to try anything. He hoped they were.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 13, 2013 15:49:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro watched the red lantern charge forward, heading down after him just in case he was needed to keep the other in line. Really, though, he wasn’t feeling particularly fond of the muggers at that moment, either, and he certainly wasn’t against Razer ripping them apart. He just had to make sure the man didn’t let his power get the better of him- the last thing he wanted to see was his new pet charging about the streets, killing innocent people. For him, it seemed entirely possible that a red lantern would lose control of himself very easily. The streets were quiet, given the time, but they were not empty.
Chaos could still ensue if he wasn’t on his guard.
The Green Lantern touched down on the cement beneath him, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Razer cut off the hand of one of the thugs. It actually amused him, making him think back to one of his first encounters on earth. He had done almost the same thing when faced with thugs- he had cut the leg off of one of them. But someone had been there to keep the man from bleeding to death. To keep Sinestro from murdering someone. While Sinestro had not been thankful at the time, he supposed it had been helpful to him in the end. All the same, he didn’t make any move to help the man who had been thrust through a wall. After that kind of an impact, with no armor to protect him, it was likely too late to help him, anyway.
“So this is how red lantern justice works? An eye for an eye?” Sinestro remarked as he watched, “just kill all who you don’t like- that’s the way to go about it. Nevermind the fact that it makes you no better than the ones who hurt you in the past.”
The other men were frightened by the sudden lack of a leader, but if they had brains they probably wouldn’t have been trying to mug someone in the first place. “Who the hell is this freak?” One yelled, gripping a long chain as he watched the red lantern with a mixture of fear and rage on his face. Another man, one with a long metal pole for his weapon, offering a grunt in response.
“Who cares?! Kill him! And his red skinned friend, too!” With that, he charged forward. Though they had made threats towards both lanterns, it was clear every remaining member of the group had decided to target Razer first- they all came running at him with their weapons ready.
Sinestro didn’t seem to mind- it gave him a better position to possibly help if need be. Not help Razer, of course. No self-respecting lantern needed help against such a small band of thugs, but still. The other humans might end up needing help.
The ones who didn’t deserve to die, like the young girl who had decided to take shelter behind his tall frame and sob into his back in utter terror.
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Post by Razer on Feb 13, 2013 16:44:59 GMT -5
As he faced down the crowd, Razer notices Sinestro landing in front of the woman. A simple enough idea, protect the victim while the muggers are slaughtered. However, the taunt fired at Razer strikes him hard, and he could not simply stand for that. Turning away from the fight while the other muggers were still in a state of shock, Razer snarls at Sinestro. "I am nothing like them. These people harm the innocent! They initiate the conflict. We simply seek vengeance for past wrongs. Do NOT equate me with this scum!"
Razer spares a glance to ensure that the victim was alright, however. Nothing broken, nothing more than a few scratches cut. She should be fine. With his non-murder related business completed, he turns back to the crowd as they begin to bolster their morale. Fools. They should have ran when they had the chance. More fun for him, though.
Constructing a flaming whip from his ring, Razer indiscriminately in the crowd, causing a great deal of destruction, both to the roadwork, and judging by the screams of pain, to the attackers as well. With one last, horizontal lash, Razer dissipates his construct to feed a powerful beam emanating from the arc of the whip. Flying up, he engages the remaining men in close combat, ring forming an oversized claw around his left arm. As the chain-wielder lashes out with his weapon, Razer catches the metal links in the claw construct, before punching the man ten feet across the street. Turning around, Razer allows the man with the pole to land a powerless hit on him, protected by the shield he has around his body, and slashes him on the chest for his trouble, dropping him as well.
He was absolutely tearing in to the foolish band of criminals. Not all his wounds were lethal, but a great many of them were, and he wasn't pulling any punches. If he wasn't too wrapped up in his anger and the fighting, he'd notice a good number of them were unwounded, on the ground pretending to be dead. Their shivering would give them away to anyone able to pay proper attention, however.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 14, 2013 13:28:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] “And who might you be hurting for their crimes? A wife? A son? A family? What will they do, in turn? Rage is nothing but a worthless tool to create more chaos. More rage. All you do is create traumatic pasts for more people. How can you claim vengeance when you are doing nothing but the same thing?” He knew red lanterns only saw their own selfish versions of justice- they didn’t care about the lives connected to the people they took down. In truth, neither did Sinestro, but he never claimed his goals were connected to justice and revenge. He never sought to even odds- he just wanted bad people to suffer and chaos to end. If it made other people unhappy, so be it. He would kill them to if need be. His goal in life was vastly different to what the red lanterns claimed.
Or it used to be, anyway.
He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to watch the antics of his newest pupil. He could feel the fears of the muggers escalate rapidly, their terror setting in as they finally began to realize how hopeless their situation had actually become. Likewise, he could feel the terror of the woman behind him, who had only wanted to be saved, not witness the brutal murder of several men in front of her eyes. She clutched at his back, sobbing into his uniform as she gave in to her terrors. It would likely be something she would not be able to put behind her, seeing the deaths of so many.
Though Sinestro noted not all of them were dead. He looked down at the beings on the floor, some of them lying next to someone who had been slain just to look like he had been taken down too. True cowards, in his mind. They couldn’t even stay standing and fight for what they had believed in not that long ago. That annoyed Sinestro. That was why he didn’t feel remorse when such beings were murdered in cold blood. They were worthless, anyway.
He shook his head. “Your attacks are unrefined and sloppy, and your battle style would likely get you killed if you were fighting a more competent group of people- you’ve left many holes in both you offense and your defense. Do you really think blindly attacking your opponent is the best way to win a fight? I imagine you have been taught nothing by your beloved Red Lanterns.” He was being critical, but why shouldn’t he be? He was a teacher all over again, and his new student had a looong way to go before he was worthwhile.
One of the men got up from his hiding spot, pointing a gun at the red-rimmed man ahead of him. He pulled up the gun that had been abandoned on the ground, firing off shots in the direction of Razer. “Die!” he wailed.
Sinestro could have stopped it, but he imagined the red lantern had enough power to block the shots. Or did he? Sinestro couldn’t be sure. Either way, the guy probably deserved it.
“You’re losing sight of your opponents,” Sinestro continued, “you need a clear enough mind in battle to keep track of everyone you’re fighting, lest you find yourself suddenly attacked from behind.”
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Post by Razer on Feb 15, 2013 2:40:31 GMT -5
Razer did not rise to Sinestro's words, consumed as he was with the fight, but he did hear them. And they stung. He hadn't considered that the criminals they could be fighting could have sons or families. His instincts had told them that if they were to do something as vile as this, they wouldn't deserve such a thing. That thought bolstered him to continue to fight, but it still felt maddeningly unsure, as if he was expecting to be wrong even as he thought it. He couldn't help but wonder if each person he fought had his own Ilana waiting at home for him...
"Damn you, Green Lantern." He breathes, finding it harder to give in to his rage, harder to go all out. He had distracted him, poisoned him with thoughts that he had no time for. He didn't need to second-guess the righteousness of his quest, and that of his master. All he needed to do was fight, fight and eventually die. He had never asked for anything more after the ring had come to him in his hour of despair...and yet he was forced into considering if the only thing that gave his life the slightest bit of purpose was a cruel lie.
Then again, judging by the Green Lantern's downright sadistic personality, he wouldn't be surprised if that was his intention.
As he continued fighting, he could hear Sinestro critique his fighting, calling it unrefined and sloppy. His style was certainly rough, there was no denying that. The Red Ring's power was not conducive to a levelheaded approach, quite the opposite. Primarily, the ring simply worked by manipulating an emotion more easily controlled than most, the ability to feel anger, to be more powerful than rings of the other spectra. Generally, he could win simply by rushing in, overpowering the foes with that superior strength. But with limited power, his ring was inherently inferior, it's strength came from higher peaks, but it consumed more energy as a cost.
"It has allowed me to slay more than a few of your own Green Lanterns, Sinestro." He shot back, wincing slightly. Even he could tell that those were the words of a petulant child. His criticisms were valid, though he would rather not hear them at this time. On the brighter side, though, it did help to make him fully angry again. Only a few enemies were still standing, and he leveled them all with another whiplash. He had grown tired of this fight...Sinestro had sucked the feeling of righteous vengeance from it, and it all just felt hollow. However, he still had to stop these men, as the Green Lantern had failed to remove her from the area to keep her safe.
Just then, a gunshot fired from behind him, shattering the shield he had kept around his person, as it was already failing from the fight and when his rage wavered. Quickly turning around, he creates barriers to block the shots, as well as reform his personal shield. The bullets take out a barrier each, weakened as they were by lack of focus and diminished anger. However, he was able to protect himself, and start walking closer. The terrified gunman kept shooting as he walked up to him, until instead of a shot, the gun only gave an audible -click- as he pulled the trigger.
Shooting a weak beam at the terrified gunman, Razer heats the gun to the point where the front begins to melt. Letting it go with a yelp, he raises his hands, obviously beaten. Holding the ring up to his head, the red lantern draws energy into the ring, preparing another blast.
"...Damn it..." Razer whispers. And instead of killing the man with a blast, he simply delivers an enhanced chop to the man's head, knocking him cold.
Turning to the Green Lantern with that finished, he gives a grunt in response to the criticism. "Perhaps if you did not feel like critiquing every step of the fight, I might be able to focus better." Looking down, Razer sees the terrified woman, and sighs. He had caused this in an innocent he had meant to protect, and that was distasteful. "In any case...I am done here."
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 15, 2013 21:10:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro smiled. He appreciated that the Red Lantern had some fight in him, but he knew as well as Razer that the words had been a little ill-conceived. Still, Sinestro imagined he had a point, albeit a small one. The red ring was so powerful it did allow for some flailing. Blind spots weren’t a problem if your power simply crushed all the targets before they could take advantage of it. But that only made him a short fuse. Sinestro had already seen that his power was easily worn out. And if he had managed to get ahead of the Red Lanterns, others would be able to, as well. It was a glaring weakness. Not that Sinestro should be too concerned with patching up the weak points in his enemy, but still.
Sometimes he couldn’t help himself when it came to giving lessons.
The red alien kept his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other engage his enemy. The human looked ready to piss his pants after he lost his gun, so frightened by the power he had never in his wildest dreams thought he would ever find himself fighting against. His fear only seemed to mount when Razer brought himself in for what seemed like the final attack, raising his ring menacingly. Oh yeah. The guy definitely wet himself, that much was obvious.
What came as a surprise was that Razer didn’t actually finish the piss-pants off, knocking him out instead. Sinestro took it as an indication that his words had sunk in, at least a little bit. It was probably the first time Sinestro had ever seen a red lantern spare someone they thought deserved to be punished.
He didn’t know what to make of it.
“I suppose we’re done with the fight,” Sinestro told him, “but we’re not finished quite yet.” He moved away from the frightened woman, using his ring to summon the police. They would arrived to sort out the mess- it didn’t seem like there was any reason he and Razer needed to stick around. But he knew he had burned the Red Lantern a little bit thinking about the depth of the Red Lantern’s scorn. Most did not have the capacity to see past their own hate. Maybe that was why Atrocitus kept his minions mindless. The smart ones would know they were being deceived.
“You must have never had a teacher, if this is bothering you,” he told the other, motioning for him to follow, “you have much to learn, and lucky for you, you have a very good teacher in front of you. I would be less bitter towards someone who can turn you into a great Lantern, even fighting for such a lackluster emotion.” One he was in the air again, he looked back at the man.
“It seemed to upset you to see that woman,” he pointed out, “was that not part of you justice?”
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Post by Razer on Feb 16, 2013 4:24:55 GMT -5
Razer walked away from the unconscious man, feeling disgusted. He was confused at the moment, that much was plainly obvious. He didn't kill the man who had shot him. No matter how much he deserved death for the crime he was about to commit, no matter how unlikely the idea was, he couldn't help but think of an image of his wife finding out her husband's death, the whole scene playing out like a horrific reflection on what turned him into a Red Lantern. The Green Lantern's words drilled into his mind...making traumatic pasts for more people...making others as broken and empty as himself...the thought repelled him like nothing else could ever do.
Razer watches in silence as Sinestro summons the police, and leaves the scum in their care. He didn't even want to think about them anymore, try to guess who might have survived besides the one he knew for sure. It just wasn't worth the effort to him. All he wanted now was to pretend this day had never happened. Unfortunately for him, he was sure that Sinestro would not allow him to live the events of today down easily.
As the Green Lantern lectured him on what a great opportunity he had been given, Razer couldn't help rolling his eyes. He was honestly supposed to view being captured and taken to Earth against his will was a stroke of fortune? He should be grateful for being forced to endure this sadistic Green Lantern's demands under constant pain of slow death by cardiac arrest.
"Turn me into a great Lantern? All you have done is make me question a resolve that had previously been accepted without question. Am I truly supposed to believe that you intend to make me stronger, even as you weaken me?"
In truth, Sinestro was right. He had not had a teacher, not since before he had taken up the red ring. No one could teach him how to be a Red Lantern, how to fight effectively....the ring did that for you, and the individual Lanterns were off fighting for their agenda, ignoring any connection with the corps at large, aside from the shared campaign against the Guardians. He had only tried making constructs with the ring after observing the Green Lantern constructs, and trying it out for himself. He had heard that Atrocitus could do the same, but without seeing for himself, he never bothered to consider if it was possible or not. And....if it were someone he respected, someone he felt he could trust, if only slightly, he'd be glad to have a teacher. Unfortunately, Sinestro was none of those things.
As he began to fly away from the scene, Razer was dragged back, forcing to consider his impact. "No, I did not want to upset that woman. But she was protected, and her assailants were dealt with. If she cannot handle death, then perhaps she needs thicker skin. The universe is not a particularly kind place."
He was being calloused, but he didn't really care. He just wanted Sinestro off him, and he wanted time to think about how he felt today, and understand why he did what he did. But he didn't expect Sinestro would allow that without a challenge.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 16, 2013 12:17:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] “What you considered strength was false,” Sinestro pointed out, “and the power you draw from your rage is only a fraction of what I believe you are capable of. But let’s not go too far- I don’t intend to make you a super warrior or anything, only a competent one. It’ll be up to you if you want to continue depending on rage, or if you think there might be a better source of power for you out there.”
He took Razer to a small park. It, like everything else in the city, was lavish and well kept. Without the human tourists cluttering the area, it was also very peaceful. Sinestro was glad they were there at night- he was sure Razer would have gone on a rampage if he saw all the foolish humans bumping into one another, looking for a nice time while treating one another like utter dirt.
It made him mad, sometimes, too. But he didn’t have a face melting red ring that took power from that anger.
Looking back at Razer, Sinestro smiled. “I see. So not only are you a warrior of ‘justice’ but you’re also a champion of reality. You have quite a good system going. Kill the bad guys, and traumatize the people you save so they will, in turn, become criminals. A never ending cycle of fun and destruction for you, hm?” He shook his head, moving to look at a large fountain near the middle of the park. There were a few late night tourists around the area, but they seemed happy to leave when they spotted the two glowing men in the darkness. The ducks in the fountain, however, couldn’t have given less of a damn about the two of them, light or no light, and continued to float merrily while ignoring them.
“I’m not saying you’re entirely wrong. I believe the bad guys should be punished, too. I just think it doesn’t connect with the views your beloved master has implanted in your mind. If you want to do something, it can’t contradict what you stand for. When I look at you, I see nothing but a confused boy who fell in with the wrong crowd.” His voice wasn’t as harsh as it had been, though a seemingly natural bite was still present. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other, the Green Lantern actually quiet for a moment.
A part of him understood that everything was going to be quite hard on Razer, but the rest of him didn’t care. He wanted him to tough through it and change, not wallow in self pity and misery. Sinestro had been down that road.
It bred poor decisions later on.
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Post by Razer on Feb 16, 2013 13:15:15 GMT -5
"Those are words carefully chosen to incite violence from me. I dont think I'll rise to the bait...at least not yet. But watch your tongue...there is only so much of your taunting I am willing to accept, even considering our...arrangement." Blackmail could only work so well against a being driven by rage. The indignity at the situation alone made him angry, and Sinestro's attitude did not make it any easier for him. Calling him incompetent and belittling the strength of his convictions and his anger were getting very, very close to the line. Base words meant little to the Red Lantern, he would not be swayed by mere taunting. It was when Sinestro began explaining himself that his convictions began to waver.
"I don't see how trauma leads them to become criminals, especially if they were spared from a worse fate. Wouldn't the sight of what I do impress upon them the fate of those who would defy the rights of others? Or is this species truly so weak that they cannot handle a little bloodshed?"
Razer's home planet had been in a state of conflict since he was a child, most people who lived there had to deal with violence and death as a constant, everyday part of life. It had toughened him, led him to the point where losing anyone besides Ilana would have little effect on him. But it also impressed a grim outlook on the alien, made him more willing to believe that extremes could be taken so long as the innocent were protected from the guilty. The thought of innocents depending on the guilty was a disturbing thought to him, but this one was easier for him to rationalize.
As Sinestro's voice seems to mellow out, Razer almost expects an apology to come from the alien. He cursed himself for a fool shortly after. Still, amid all the stupidity and insults, there was one nugget of truth that did make it slightly easier to swallow. If you want to do something, it can't contradict what you stand for. He had to reconcile his need for vengeance with his desire for justice. As of now...it was not in balance, and it favored vengeance massively, enough to throw justice away.
"And how, pray tell, would you suggest I change to better fit what I stand for? You give me platitudes and insult me, but you offer no solutions, nothing I can use. Or is that supposed to be something I find on my own?"
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 16, 2013 17:35:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro smiled. “Taunting? I’m trying to teach you- if you can’t tell the difference, that’s your own fault.” But maybe he did need to be a little bit nicer, at least every now and again. It wouldn’t be good to try and teach someone who absolutely loathed him. Not that he thought he could change that, but he could at least attempt to make the loathing a little less boiling. It was just natural for him to consider every red lantern a blathering, snarling idiot. The fact that Razer was already different than the other lanterns was something he needed to keep in mind.
“Is that something you actually believe? Black Hand was created from his misfortunes, as were many criminals. Seeing death breeds displeasure in the hearts of everyone, even if it’s not a loved one they watch die. Death can be very corrupting. Most of your teammates were spawned from seeing or having to experience death in some measure, right? But if not for the ring getting in the way, what do you think they would have been doing with their rage? Making flower necklaces? They would have become the same sort of people you seek to destroy.” They still were that kind of villain, but he knew Razer wouldn’t see that. He would never recognize his team as just another group of murderers and thugs, same as any other criminal. It had taken Sinestro years to see that of his own group, and he had never been blinded by rage.
At least something seemed to sink in with the red lantern, though.
“You’d have to figure out what you stand for, before I could offer you any advice in that department,” the green lantern mused, shrugging his shoulders, “if you’re looking to help people, and right wrongs and whatever other cliché thing heroes like to babble on about, then I suppose you’ll have to find a better way to use that rage of yours. Perhaps it would involve reducing that misplaced aggression of yours- knowing where to draw a line and where it’s okay to hate the creatures you fight.”
He watched the water, and the ducks that seemed completely oblivious to the two power house lanterns nearby. “I won’t say rage doesn’t have SOME power to it, but letting it get the better of you is useless and only causes more trouble than good. Anger can be directed into strength and motivation. It just needs to be controlled. You, my red friend, lack control.”
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Post by Razer on Feb 17, 2013 0:39:33 GMT -5
"If you want to teach me something, then teach. Do not simply wave around words that are only there to enrage or confuse me. I have no time for them." The words felt like they were drilling into him, filling him with doubt. He didn't want this. He wanted to have complete faith in his mission, in the purpose Atrocitus had bestowed upon him. Of the righteousness and necessity of the revenge he would take. Robbing that away from him was something Razer would not forgive easily, especially from a Green Lantern.
Razer stares back at him, fists tightening as he continued to speak. He had grown used to death long before Ilana had been taken from him, it was a fairly common occurence where competing warlords constantly fought each other over yards of desert, without a care for the people that lived upon them. When he had the temerity to ask what a Red Lantern would do if it weren't for the ring, Razer speaks. "I don't know how different my colleagues would be from me, but I can tell you one thing for sure. I would be dead. Whether I would simply give up on life and take it myself, charge in pointlessly to try and get revenge, only to be slaughtered, or what have you. Any rage worthy of the Red Ring deserves nothing less. And you would truly need to be a monster to do the same thing that left you so empty to others."
He had believed that rhetoric with all his heart, to him, it applied perfectly. The only other Red Lantern he had bothered to learn the history of, Atrocitus, seemed to have a loss that affected him as deeply, or more. The others, though...Sinestro's words did leave a hole in that. However, if the loss affected others less, only left you with anger and not the pain...that would truly create the kind of monster that Sinestro feared.
Razer couldn't help but be surprised that Sinestro had even answered his question. Predictably, it came with more taunting, but the suggestion was almost workable, if delivered in such an intolerable way that it made him almost miss the message. However, the main sticking point was where the line needed to be drawn...and how much he could bend to draw it there.
And then, the unthinkable happened. For the first time since he had been brought to this planet....he agreed with the Green Lantern. He didn't like how the Ring would take his control of him as he fought. He wanted to be the one in control, not his emotions...and not his weapon. "It's not worth denying, in this matter, you are correct. Control, at this point, is beyond me. And for the moment, at least, no solutions have made it obvious to me. At least...not without losing my chance for vengeance."
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 19, 2013 23:27:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] Sinestro watched the other for a moment. He did seem to believe in his ring. That might have been foolish in terms of what the ring represented, but there was something to be said about his loyalty. Even when Sinestro had been a yellow lantern, his heart had still belonged to the Green Lanterns. He had always wanted to help them- make the stronger. but he had realized he might need another tool to do it. And also destroy everyone and replace them, at one point. Small details. The point remained: he would be a green lantern until the day he died, and he believed just as strongly that it had been his only choice, as Razer believed in his red ring.
Interesting, but that didn't mean one of them wasn't wrong.
He admitted he had someone he needed to learn, and Sinestro was a little surprised. In all honesty, he had expected to get punched in the face several minutes ago- the fact that he had been able to talk so long, in such a rude manner, only seemed to prove that Razer did have some restraint in him. Sure, it was because he wanted his power battery, but it was more than any of the other red lanterns would be capable of. Or some of the beings he'd recently met on earth, like that Hulk being.
Shrugging his shoulders, the red skinned alien sighed, "It's not something easily found, but there are plenty of beings here who know a great deal more about control than I do. I know a young girl named Raven- she controls her emotions all the time. While she might not be the best teacher, there are probably some things you can learn from her. But I am not entirely unfamiliar with learning to control power. And I can at least teach you to use that ring properly." He could make the guy a fighter, but it would be up to him to figure out his full path.
There was no way he would be able to help with emotional stuff.
Watching the other, he arched an eyebrow, curious about him and his investment in the ring. Was it just because his mind had been programmed that way because of Atrocitus? "So what connects you to that ring," he asked, keeping himself aware should the red lantern produce any kind of fears he might be able to read and comprehend, "what happened to you that brought you to the power of rage?" He doubted he would get an answer, but he did enjoy learning. Other people's horror stories were just more information for him to gather and enjoy. Things like compassion and pity were usually beyond him, but he imagined that was expected. He had never been known as the most loving of dictators.
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Post by Razer on Feb 21, 2013 1:30:39 GMT -5
As Sinestro spoke about training him, Razer found himself growing more and more annoyed as the conversation did not turn into anything he could use. If he was to be forced to endure Sinestro's presence, he wanted things that could help him, not mindless drivel. He immediately discounted the name Sinestro brought up, the odds of him finding a single person in a planet was downright miniscule. If he was to learn anything in his time here, the unfortunate fact is that he was going to have to learn from Sinestro.
"If you are going to teach me, then teach me, you long-winded blabbermouth. Or is your plan to do me in with boredom, so my death is not as heavy a burden on your conscience?"
Perhaps that wasn't the best way to speak to someone who had near-absolute power over you, but the events of the day wore heavily on the Red Lantern, and his corps was not known for taking annoyances well, to put things lightly. It was only by the thinnest margins that he held off from outright attacking the Green Lantern as it was, and things only seemed to be going downhill fast.
And Sinestro's next words only strengthen that sense of annoyance. Clenching his teeth and his fists, Razer tries to keep himself calm, not allowing himself to simply take a step and punch the Green Lantern in the jaw. To ask what connected him to his ring was to ask about his past...and he was not in the mood to speak about those events with anyone, least of all his captor. He had already revealed more than he intended to back during their first encounter...and he wasn't about to give him any more.
"My bond to my ring is a result of my past...a past that I do not believe you have any right to know."
His ring had saved him when it felt as if he had nothing to live for, seeing life as only an endless abyss that he would exist in, separate from what made it worth living on his hellhole of a planet. It had grown on the only emotion that he felt capable of feeling, with hope, love, and will crushed into dust. It fed on his rage at the injustice of what had happened, and his desire to bring punishment to those responsible for destroying his life.
And if he was ever going to tell information like that to a Green Lantern that had already proven sadistic and manipulative, then perhaps he really was just a mindless fool.
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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Feb 21, 2013 18:07:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x126/Gotta_love_gits/Sinestro/random%20images/bluemiddle.png] The Green Lantern smiled a wicked sort of smile as he watched the other fume, wondering if he could actually cook an egg on the boy’s hot head. “My apologies,” he hummed lightly, “I forgot you aren’t used to conversation, considering the rest of your team only growl and sputter out the odd work every now and again.” He couldn’t imagine they made for the best conversationalists. Still, he was only trying to help the punk.
He missed the days where everyone feared and respected him.
“Your death wouldn’t weight on my conscience one way or another,” he informed Razer shortly, “but you’re right- maybe I have spoken too long.” He knew some were more the type to learn by doing. Jordan had been the same way, when he had been his student. He always hated when Sinestro explained things, and much preferred launching into battle to do things for himself. Let him figure out the consequences of his actions later, when his bull-headed antics bit him in the ass. It wasn’t too shocking that Razer was of a similar mineset.
It also didn’t surprise him that Razer was not willing to share why the ring had picked him. It was likely quite the sob story. “I see. So you fear being honest now, too? How am I supposed to teach you if I don’t know what connects you to your ring?” He shrugged his shoulders, but decided to let it drop for the time being. Perhaps he would be able to sneak the information out of him later.
“Well, I suppose we should start with you feeble attempts at constructs. From what I’ve seen, they’re ill-formed and easy to break. Since our most basic lanterns are taught to make a simple, sound construct, it seems a good place to begin- right at the beginning.”
He wasn’t sure how the differences between their rings would play in their training, but he was actually a little interested to find out. It was rare that he had a chance to study a ring that had been basically created to beat him and the guardians.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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